Today was supposed to be a day I finally got to be alone, away from the rest of my godawful family and actually not hate my life for once.
Nope.
They decided to come home early, arriving at 5PM (They left at like, 12:30 ~ 1PM), start yelling at me, saying how useless I am for not doing stuff I wasn't told to do, and just the same s*** they always yell at me about.
My brothers also felt it was necessary to purge the house of any food for me (I'm very, very picky. Most food is absolutely awful for me to the point I can't even take a single bite without feeling dreadfully sick) during that time, only to return with trash from McDonalds and taunt me about how I didn't get anything. My parents thought it would be "special treatment" to bring me back food everyone else got to eat as well.
Also, it's my brothers birthday, which means no matter how big of an @$$hole he treats me, he won't get in trouble. At all. He's already called me tons of vulgar names (With the almighty "Half-a-fa*" my mom calls me every time she gets drunk) and has not been told ONCE to stop. The one time I told him to shut up resulted in ME getting yelled at once again by my parents for being "disrespectful to him on his birthday". He has also told me several times to kill myself, again without being disciplined, and it seems like it'd truly be worth it at this point.